Will I stop missing you … in time? Will I stop seeing you in the distance … in time? Will time become more or less meaningful … in time? I guess time will tell. At first time had no meaning. You were not here. You were there. I wasn’t. Each day was made of endless…
I’m raining on the inside. My heart wells up with tears that start to pour. I’m raining on the inside. But then Your cries of love break through, And I fall in love with you once more. By Amy Grant & Kathy Troccoli Listen to my prayer, O God. Do not ignore my cry for…
written many times, through many years I wonder if when I cry again tomorrow, I will find I have no more tears. How many tears do we have? A never-ending supply, I fear. I believe God gives me tears to wash all the ugliness away. So I cry with loneliness. I cry with disappointment. I…